Wednesday, 30 May 2012

In our country not just the politicians but even the ‘Aam
Aadmi’ fights for a seat- the only difference is that this common man fights
for a train ‘seat’.

The reason why I’m writing this blog is to take you through
a small incident of this so called dream city. Everybody here is struggling and
trust me the struggle doesn’t stop at ‘Roti’ Kapda’ ‘Makkan’. The struggle is
for smaller things…Oopppssss did I say ‘small’, sorry my bad I meant BIG things
like a train ‘seat’.

Well, before telling you the story I want to give an
interesting Insight about Women,who travel in the train in Bombay - you see they
have this brilliant way of communicating how ‘Dukhiyari’ they are and how much
they go through in life- right from getting up in the morning to cooking food,
taking care of the in-laws, husband,kids and then travelling in the train to
reach office - all this is like a war. And the beauty is that they will do all
this but they will also crib about it in some or the other way about this life that
they have chosen for themselves.

Bottom line is we Crib- which I’m sure everybody knows and I
was just trying to remind!!

Anyway coming back to the story, I struggled to enter this Super
fast train from Mulund today (‘Struggle’ – is my favorite word of the day!! So I’m
gonna repeat it a lot of times and also this is an appropriate word to describe
our lives) My God, I think age is taking a toll on me and I’m getting
philosophical day by day!!

So yes, I managed to get in the train somehow and got a
place to ‘stand’ (Yippie!!! how lucky my day is gonna be now, atleast i’m not
dying of suffocation and sweat). I looked around and found one cute looking
fatso and I just liked her face so asked her where will she get down?(No I’m
not a lesbian and btw women stare and check out women more than men- though
they will not accept it. I’m just being too modest!!!) She told me that she
will get down at Byculla (chalo good, atleast 15 minutes I will get o sit
before I reach VT station….hmmmmm chatrapati shivaji terminus that’s what they
have named the station now. How does it matter??? I still call ‘Bombay’-Bombay
and not Mumbai because when I was born it was Bombay and even when I was growing
up it was Bombay. And it is very difficult to erase things that you have learnt
in childhood!!! People have lot of time in life to sit and change names of the
cities, countries, islands etc etc etc and they say they do it to protect the
culture, religion and some crap.

As soon as the cute fatso woman said Byculla, three other
ladies who were standing next to me screamed like bitches and said ‘You can’t
give your seat to someone else because in 1st place this seat doesn’t
belong to you. You dint wait in the queue at Thane station and dint follow the
rule’

WOW!!! I wondered what is all this??? Have these old fucks gone
insane or something!!!

One of the aunties started telling the cute fatso that you
have no respect in life. You should be ashamed of yourself and then all the
three used my favourite word in their favourite line ‘We STRUGGLE and get up in
the morning, manage everything to reach station on time…BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. We
have to cook in the morning( this is so funny!!! I was too tempted to ask her
do you cook for everyone in the train? No, right!!! Then why are you telling us
all this) Anyway continuing her dialogue ‘ I’m sure your parents have not
taught you how to respect and BLAH BLAH BLAH’.

Guys, let me throw some light on why these three aunties
were going mad. So apparently there has been a rule for the past 5…no wait 10…hmmmm
no I guess 15 years( people change the years as per their convenience) that
people should stand in the queue at Thane and Dadar station to get in the fast
train. And like all the rules this also has its flaws – This is not a rule
created by any Governing body or Railways. There is no written documentation of
this rule. And the funny thing is that this rule is not applicable to any other
stations (Bloody racists!!!)

Who created this rule???? We- the people for the people!!!!
It may sound that I’m against the rule. Trust me I’m neither for it nor against
it. My only thing is if people have created this rule for making travelling easy
and to avoid mishaps, why there is no legal, official rule till now. Why there
is no board at these stations talking about it (Probably posters for this rule
would be-Pehle wahi chadega jo pehle uthega- some corny line like this)And if somebody is not aware of this rule then you can’t
treat them like dirt and act as if the damn train belongs to you.

People got this rule for their own convenience. And people
who talk about following rules forget basic duties that they have as citizens
of this country.

The immediate next moment I see one of the aunties throwing
half eaten apple outside the window. (Where are all the manners you dumb fuck that
you learnt in school and probably you teach your kids- Do not LITTER!)

This is nothing when the cute fatso got up from her seat to
get down at Byculla, this insane crazy aunty pushed and held her so that she
misses her stop!!!! And then Fatso pushed her back and said ‘Everybody has seen
who has manners left and I will follow the rules if there was one- I was not
aware of this and there is no notice board at the station talking about it’ ( I
don’t why her dialogue delivery was just like Ajay Devgan in Singham- full
power packed)

I was shocked to witness that sight and felt bad for fatso.
People talk about following rules which they have created for their own
convenience and forget the other rules and regulation which has been created
for them. It’s funny!!!

Everybody acts and follows things as per his/her own convenience.
I have nothing against anyone but being an observer I felt that I’m not the
only one who is fucked in life. There are people who are insane and more fucked
in the head than me.

We talk about issues like corruption, scam, rape etc (I’m
sure if I start listing the issues, it will turn out to be longer than the blog
I’ve written), but before solving bigger issues there are lot of smaller issues
to be solved.

In this country democracy is completely raped and used as
per their own convenience. I’m not a judge (though I would look cute in the
judge outfit) to decide what is right and wrong.

But this incident is a reflection of the daily struggle (I’m
in love with this word now!) that people in Bombay city go through. But on the
brighter side, struggle is part of our life and with no pains there are no
gains- Well, that’s why I say ‘Such is life’:)

Sunday, 20 May 2012

I feel
sorry – for the people who have missed this movie and for the critics who said
this movie was disappointing.

A true
traveller is the one who discovers his own self! This movie is beautiful and with
its wit and real characters takes you on a journey which will make you laugh,
cry and bring you close to reality in a positive way!

It bridges
gap between religion, culture and most importantly time and age.

Every
performer be it Judy Dench who is trying to find her own identity charms you with
her simplistic, calm performance. Bill Nighy who is a henpecked husband of a bitter and annoying Penelope Wilton and Tom Wilkinson – gay and a former judge wants to spend
his last days in India and find the guy he was in love with- they all are
superb and will make you fall in love!

This story is not about people who
are old and lonely, it is about all of us and our failure to try.

People who
talk about film making and feel movies like Inception etc etc etc…are the movies
made with great creativity and are thought provoking. Just want to remind them
that there is another side of film making which is equally creative and thought
provoking but it believes in narrating an Insight in a simplest way and believes
in uplifting you by its charm and light hearted set up.